Sequel to “The Replacement.” Now the detectives have a case of standard he said she said. A woman shows up at the station house claiming two celebrities raped her and hit her. Are they really guilty? Or is she making up the entire thing in a fit of jea

Summary:
Sequel to "The Replacement." Munch is on desk duty. Now the
detectives have a case of standard he said she said. A woman shows
up at the station house claiming two celebrities raped her and hit
her. Are they really guilty? Or is she making up the entire thing
in a fit of jealousy? R&R, I'll review your stuff if you review
mine.

Disclaimer:
Dick Wolf owns it all...That bastard! I wish I owned it all. If I
did, you would be seeing these stories every Tuesday. Hey speaking
of Tuesday, did anyone see last week's episode, god when I wasn't
laughing at how stupid those neo-Nazis sounded, I wanted to hit them
for what they said to my favorite characters! It was so funny when
Munch was shot in the ass, and he was sitting in the hospital and he
tells Fin to kiss it to make it better! Lol. Oh yeah, story.

In
the criminal justice system, sexually based offenses are considered
especially heinous. In New York City, the dedicated detectives who
handle these vicious felonies are members of an elite squad known as
the Special Victims Unit. These are their stories.

SVU
squad room

16th
precinct

Tuesday,
April 21.

Cameron
and Fin sit at their desks finishing off their paperwork from the
Larkman case. A young woman in her twenties walks into the room.
She had a black eye and her hair was matted. Her mascara was running
down her cheeks from excessive crying. Cameron looked up.

"Can
I help you?" she asked. The woman started to cry.

"I
was just raped!" she fell to her knees. Cameron jumped up, ran
over to her and put her arms around the girl as she sobbed. Cameron
looked desperately over at Fin as she rocked the girl back and forth.

"Call
El and Liv." Fin nodded.

The
phone rang. Olivia turned on the light next to her bed and grabbed
her cell phone. The sheets were covering most of her body.
"Benson." she was silent as she listened to what Fin had to say.
"Alright, I'll be right there." She hung up the phone. She
looked down at herself to realize she was naked. She thought for a
moment trying to remember the events from last night. She looked
next to her to find her partner, naked, asleep. In her bed.

Oh
dear god.

Another
phone rang. Elliot shook awake as he went to answer the phone.
"Stabler," he said into his phone. He paused to listen.
"Alright, I'll be there soon." He put the phone down. He
stretched. It was then that he realized that he wasn't in his bed.
He looked over to see Olivia staring at him wide-eyed. Elliot
jumped and fell off the bed. Olivia looked over the side to see
Elliot lying flat on his stomach, butt naked. Olivia jerked back on
the bed, turning away from her partner. Elliot stood up. Olivia
couldn't resist, she looked. Elliot looked down and realized he
was nude. His hand quickly covered his penis. He tried to act cool
but truthfully he was freaking out. He turned around. He searched
the floor for his underwear. He couldn't find it. The door was
open so he walked into the living room. His shirt was in the
doorway, pants on the kitchen table, his underwear on the couch. He
nodded his head and walked towards the couch. Olivia's ripped bra
hung over the coffee table.

He
put on his underwear as Olivia walked out wearing a bed sheet toga.
They didn't look at each other as they collected their clothes.
When they were nearly dressed, they finally spoke.

"Nothing
happened," Olivia started. She put on a fresh blouse. The one she
had worn last night no longer had buttons. Elliot was a bit
aggressive.

"Yeah,"
Elliot agreed. "Yeah, I mean, we were just really drunk and I
stayed over just in case." He pulled his pants up. "Yeah."

"Yeah."
Olivia turned to see Elliot's bare back as he put on the tee shirt
he had worn over. "Yeah, um, that couch is really hard," she
stopped, cursing at herself at her choice of words. "Uncomfortable.
And we, uh. Got hot," she paused again. "I mean heated," she
paused again. "The heat's broken. The room was boiling."

"Yeah."
Elliot lifted his shirt over his head. Only one thought came to his
mind.

He
just raped his partner.

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